Page 8 of Dad Bod's Naughty List

All he needs to do is close the distance between us and take all of me. However way he wants. He’s already taken control over my mind and heart; he might as well wrap up the deal by taking my body as well.

Make me yours!

But he doesn’t. Orlando clears his throat and turns around. “Wait here, I’ll get you some water.”

I watch him walk away from me and I fight the urge to stomp my feet in frustration. I glare at the man's back before walking to the couch and propping down with a huff. Oh, if he thinks I am going to stop, then he is gravely mistaken. I am not going to stop until I know how my bodyguard's mouth feels on mine. I wanthis hands on me, trailing every inch of my body like I've seen them do in those erotic movies I watch alone in my bedroom. I've spent an unhealthy amount of time imagining that it was Orlando and I touching, kissing, and rolling about the bed as we made love.

This is probably the only time I will ever get to be under the same roof alone with Orlando and I am not wasting it.

I bite into my lower lip when an idea pops into my head.I need to seduce him. My gaze wanders to the door Orlando disappeared through before popping open the first button of my shirt and then the second and third, revealing the nude bra I have on.

Will three buttons really work on the man who seems to have iron control? Probably not. I've tried this many times in the car and it's never borne results.

Maybe if I took off my shirt completely then… "No," I chuckle nervously, shaking my head as the idea pops in. That's going a little too far. Stripping for the man is a little too much but then again, I am trying to seduce my bodyguard, so I have to go big if I want results.

Shoving down my nerves, I unbutton my shirt the rest of the way and tug my skirt up a bit to reveal my thighs. I start to take my shirt off when I rethink my plans, shaking my head at the absurdity of my actions. I'm about to start buttoning it once more when a strangled growl stops me in my tracks.

“Fuck!”

Orlando is standing by the entrance, his fiery eyes burning with need as he runs them over me. I watch as his fist tightens around the glass of water he’s holding.

"I… It was getting hot," I breathe, trying to reign in my hammering heart but there's no stopping it. I force in a deep breath before letting the shirt drop off my shoulders, leaving my top half exposed. "Y-your place is very… um, hot."

It wasn't before but it sure is now. My body is burning, and I am equal measures of excited and nervous. Every part of me trembles with need unlike anything I have felt before. A strongwantfor this man to… do something. Anything to relieve this pressure building up in my core.

“Dammit, Aria, why are you doing this to me? Can’t you see I am trying to be a good man!” he growls. He places the glass of water on a coffee table nearby and starts approaching me stealthily, watching me the same way a wild cat would look at prey. “Do you have any fucking idea what you are doing to me? Exposing yourself like this to a man barely clinging on to control.”

“I… I want this–”

"You have no fucking idea what you are begging for little girl. I am nothing like those snotty college boys in your class, I will not take it easy on you if you let me touch you!" he growls, his voice deep and hard and if it is meant to scare me, it does the opposite. A shiver runs through me, causing my nipples to bead up and poke at the silk of my bra. His nostrils flare up when he notices this. “Do you have a thing for danger, princess?”

“Um… maybe.”If the danger is you then yes.

“You have no idea how close I am to tearing off what little clothes you have left on and burying my cock into that tight little pussy. Rutting you so hard into that couch you’ll still be feeling me on New Year’s. Is that what you want?” I bite my lips to suppress a whimper at the image he’s creating.

“Is that what you’ve been begging for this last couple of months with those small skirts and low-cut tops?”

“You noticed?”

“I would be blind not to.”

“T- then why did you ignore it?”Ignore me.

"Fucking hell, Aria," he grinds, leaning down and getting into my face. He's so close, only a breath away, I can practically smell his aftershave. One push and his lips will be one mine but… I want him to be the one to do it. "Has it ever occurred to you that you are forbidden? A fuckingmob princessthat no one is allowed to touch."

“If you don’t touch me then someone else…”

There is little warning before I find myself pinned on my back with my bodyguard's massive weight keeping me down. The gray in his eyes seems to have darkened into a terrifying black. I don't focus on his dark expression. No, all my focus is on the bulge pushing up against my sex. I spread my legs a little, whimpering at the delicious feeling that licks up my tummy when I tilt my hips and grind up against his erection.

“No one touches you.”

"Hmm," I hum, my eyes fluttering to a close as I rock my hips up to grind myself over his hard-on. The press of his erection over my pussy is nothing like all those times I humped my pillow thinking of him. No, it feels good. Mind-blowing good and… I need more. "Oh God," I whimper at the friction that sends pleasure rolling down my spine.

“Tell me you understand, princess,” he growls, grabbing my chin and forcing my gaze to snap open and meet his. “I want to hear you say it.”

Princess, does he realize he's saying it? Or how often he calls me that?

I don’t think so, but I have no intention of bringing it up in case he stops calling me that. I like it too much to see the words go away. I like the way his eyes fire up with something akin to desire when he says the word and how it makes me feel. How weak and achy hearing him call me princess leaves me feeling.

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